Chapter 785: Frontal slaughter, invincible against ten thousand!

Rumble—

In the sky with lightning and thunder, lightning snakes twisted and writhed.

Accompanied by the pouring rain, the world seemed to have become silent.

But in the next second, the sound of war drums rang out. Listening to the deafening horns, both sides began to use all their means.

Watching the Yuwen Xianbei heavy cavalry dyeing the battlefield with blood, Murong Ke could not help but close his eyes, making it impossible for others to discern his current thoughts.

But just at this moment, Deng Qiang was already roaring, shouting in his mouth: "Ten thousand victories!"

"Ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories!"

Waving the flag and roaring, the Chiliang Army immediately turned from defense to offense, pressing forward.

Watching the five hundred heavy cavalry charging before his eyes, the Yuwen Xianbei light cavalry moved out.

But at the very moment they charged up, Zhang Hao turned around and counter-attacked, and the two sides immediately tore into each other.

On the muddy ground, blood constantly added a touch of color.

Waving the long saber in his hand, Zhang Cheng backhanded and beheaded the charging Yuwen Xianbei cavalry, then stared at the great banner in the distance.

He knew that was the commander's flag belonging to Murong Huang.

However, in the next second, a whistling sound rang out. Ten thousand Yuwen Xianbei cavalry were seen charging out from one side of Tianxiu Mountain.

Watching this scene, Zhang Cheng could not help but turn cold.

Because if he hadn't had a grasp of the war situation, Murong Ke's plan would likely have already succeeded.

Leading the army up, Deng Qiang displayed absolute ferocity beyond that of a deputy general, beheading the Murong general who was leading the cavalry.

Watching this scene, Murong Ke gritted his teeth and said: "Damn it, were you prepared long ago?"

But before Murong Ke could prepare his next move, a figure had already charged out from the distance. He led five hundred cavalry, charging straight toward him.

Watching this familiar figure, Murong Ke's memory could not help but be pulled back to two years ago.

Because at that time, Zhang Cheng was just as crazily wanting to behead him.

But now, Murong Ke roared angrily: "Come! I am waiting for you here!"

Accompanied by Murong Ke's words falling, the Yuwen Xianbei people who raised their long bows immediately began to release arrows.

"Whoosh!"

Arrows fell like rain, covering everything in an instant.

However, at this time, Zhang Cheng simply ignored it, his eyes flashing with cold pupils.

"Whoosh!"

The long saber rotated, blocking the rain of arrows. Even if he couldn't dodge, Zhang Cheng did not retreat.

After all, relying on these arrows to pierce the Thirteen Taibao Hard Qigong was still too much of a stretch!

He was no longer the frail beggar boy from two years ago, but the current Great General of Ran Wei, General Pacifying the West, Zhang Cheng!

"Clatter!"

Beheading the enemy before him with one saber strike, Zhang Cheng looked into the distance and roared: "Murong Ke!"

"I am here!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Murong Ke also drew his long sword and roared.

The two sides approached rapidly. Zhang Cheng's great saber slashed down fiercely, heading directly for him.

Watching Zhang Cheng's great saber, Murong Ke immediately dodged nimbly, then slashed a sword toward his neck.

The two sides crossed, and Murong Ke's arm fell heavily to the ground as if it had lost gravity.

"Ah!"

Turning his head in anger, when Murong Ke looked at Zhang Cheng, he immediately covered his severed arm and roared.

"Kill me? Are you worthy?"

Touching the white mark on his neck, Zhang Cheng could not help but hiss.

And looking at Zhang Cheng, Murong Ke's eyes flashed with fear, because he had clearly hit Zhang Cheng just now, but why didn't the other party die?

He had clearly held the idea of exchanging injury for death, but now, what exactly was going on?

But before Murong Ke could figure it out, Zhang Cheng charged up again, his eyes filled with brutality as he said: "This saber strike is what you owe the people of Jizhou!"

"Pfft!"

Blood sprayed into the sky, and the armor on Murong Ke's chest shattered, leaving a wound.

"This saber strike is what you owe the Beggar Army!"

Slashing down with a backhanded saber, Zhang Cheng was just about to behead Murong Ke, but was knocked over by a figure that appeared suddenly.

"Go!"

Roaring hysterically, after Murong Jun knocked Zhang Cheng over, he himself also fell from his horse.

And just at this moment, Murong Ke looked at his elder brother, and only then did he panic and intend to flee.

But before Murong Ke could leave, Zhang Cheng got up with a ferocious face. He couldn't believe that at such a critical moment, someone would actually block him. Was he crazy?

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng looked at Murong Jun, drew his long sword and stepped forward, roaring in his mouth: "If you want to die, then I will satisfy you!"

Saying this, Zhang Cheng's long sword thrust out, immediately piercing through Murong Jun's scapula along the gap.

"Ah!"

Emitting a shrill scream, Murong Jun could not help but wail.

"Run, Murong Ke, look at your brother, he is not having a good time now!"

Turning around and roaring, Zhang Cheng could not help but shout.

Hearing the voice of his elder brother Murong Jun, Murong Ke immediately looked back, but saw Zhang Cheng grabbing Murong Jun's neck with one hand, holding the long saber in front of him.

"No matter where you flee to, I will kill you, kill all of your Murong clan."

Slashing across with a backhanded sword, Zhang Cheng directly raised Murong Jun's head and roared: "See that? He died for you!"

"My son!"

!

Watching everything in the distance, Murong Huang was on the verge of collapse at this moment, because his eldest son had died just like that.

And Murong Ke at this moment was not having a good time either; not only was his right arm severed, but his body was also covered in various wounds.

The battle was still continuing, but the Yuwen Xianbei Murong clan at this moment no longer had much hope of victory.

Because the Chiliang Army had already torn through their various positions and was constantly encircling and suppressing them.

Watching the situation on the verge of collapse, Murong Huang now believed Murong Ke's words: this person Zhang Cheng was definitely not Ran Min; his methods were more ruthless and cruel than the other party's!

"Kill!"

Beheading Murong Ke's great flag, Zhang Cheng continued to lead the Chiliang Army toward Murong Huang's great banner.

But at this moment, the thirty thousand Yuwen Xianbei people responsible for guarding Murong Huang did not dare to charge forward at all.

Because once they lost, the Murong clan would truly be completely defeated!

"Retreat!"

Gritting his teeth and saying these words, Murong Huang didn't know how he had said them, but he knew that he no longer had any chance.

Watching the retreating great banner, the Yuwen Xianbei cavalry abandoned on the battlefield became panicked.

Because they never expected that one day they would become abandoned pawns!

Slaughtering back and forth, Deng Qiang and Zhang Hao slaughtered the last hope of the Yuwen Xianbei Murong clan!

After the battle, the entire grassland was dyed blood-red.

On the muddy ground, Zhang Cheng raised his head, letting the heavy rain wash the blood from his face.

However, just at this moment, Deng Qiang stepped forward and said: "General, these Yuwen Xianbei captives..."

"Pit-kill them! We can't possibly take them with us to attack Longcheng!"

Speaking to Deng Qiang, Zhang Cheng then revealed a ferocious smile: "No matter where the Murong clan flees to, I will kill them all!"

"Yes, General!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Deng Qiang turned and left, his eyes flashing with coldness.

Because he seemed to have known this outcome long ago.

Joining the army and heading north for revenge, their grain and grass were not abundant; once they didn't win a quick battle, the ones who would fail would be them!

Therefore, this group of Yuwen Xianbei captives was trouble.

Under the sky with lightning and thunder, crying and cursing were endless.

But facing such sounds, the Chiliang Army had not the slightest pity, instead deepening the ten-thousand-man pit.

Perhaps many years later, someone would discover all this under Tianxiu Mountain, or perhaps, time would submerge everything.

Raising his eyes to look at the direction of Longcheng, Zhang Cheng could not help but pull up the long sword stuck in the ground, then turned and walked toward the distance.

Following behind Zhang Cheng, Deng Qiang had a face of coldness.

Because the oath they had made back then was now about to be fulfilled!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 786 =====